June 4 2009: to Mavis Again

This morning Katrina directed me to call Mavis. I did and listened to Mavis give me static about not seeing me for two weeks and it was time to take this to the next level; get my ass down there. I let Katrina know. She then told me to insert my butt plug, wear the sheer beige silk blouse and micro mini and heels. My tits and nipples were clearly visible under the sheer fabric which wasn’t a problem on the drive down until I got into Mavis’s neighborhood and the constant stop signs. It was 10:25 when I parked on the street in front of her house. I went to the back door, undressed except for the heels and entered. The first thing she noticed was the bruises and scratches on my breasts and asked about them. Reluctantly I told her about Jasmine beating me. Mavis was disgusted that I’d play around with someone like Jasmine and called me a desperate, despicable, low life bitch. She slapped me, called me a corruptor and ordered me to the basement. I tired to explain that Jasmine’s visit was unknown to me before hand. She slapped me again and pointed to the basement door. I shut up, went down and waited. She came down with a flat hair brush and the handcuffs, secured my wrists behind my back then sat down. She had the old list I’d printed off for her 3 weeks ago and said Jasmines name appeared several times and for me to come clean on my activities. I related the entire situation from the first encounter last summer to the browning 2 days ago. She wasn’t smiling. Then she told me of a phone call with Katrina several days ago indicating I’d fucked up by acting belligerent and would be disciplined for days and she and others were invited to participate. I froze. She told me to lie across her lap and I obeyed, knowing what was coming. She rubbed my ass cheeks and removed the plug and began spanking me with the hair brush. She’d hit one cheek then the other then separated my cheeks, spanked my hole and my cunt then more on my cheeks and even the backs of my upper thighs. Tears streamed down my face and I was begging for mercy. She said whores like me didn’t deserve mercy, only punishment. She hit me more and told me my ass was blistered and I knew it. She hit a final blow on my cunt and rolled me off her lap onto the floor. I lay there crying. She told me to get in my damn cage. After I struggled inside she locked the door. She moved to the side of the cage and raised her skirt and removed her panties then pissed through the wires. Some hit my body; some just formed puddles on the floor pan. 

When she finished she went back upstairs, turned off the light and slammed the door. I could not sit on my ass nor lie on either side for very long. I resorted to lying face down trying to avoid her piss puddles. I simply lay there waiting in darkness. I didn’t hear much activity upstairs. Once in a while I’d hear her walking around or talking on the phone. Eventually I had to pee and rolled to my right side and let it flow even though I knew that would make my lying face down more wretched. Eventually she came back down and sat in her chair, not saying a word, just staring at me. Finally she asked me how my butt was; I said it was hurting. She nodded and said I needed my ass beat for being such a slut. 

She unlocked the cage and had me crawl out and stay in a kneeling position in front of her chair. She went into this long soliloquy about people like me need to be locked up. I’d heard her go into this routine once before but she went through it all again. It went on forever. Then she asked me a few more questions about Jasmine which led to more questions, specifically about Tuesday. She was astounded that I’d let a girl like Jasmine give me an enema and then crap on me. I kept trying to tell her I had no choice I was tied and Katrina was in charge. She slapped me so hard I fell off balance. When she pulled me back to my knees she told me to stop blaming other people. She made me apologize for trying to pass the blame. I felt like this was the Spanish Inquisition and there was no way I could be fairly heard. Then she said … and this floored me … that I deserved to be beaten by Jasmine and since she could beat me, giving me an enema and crapping on me was just a way of getting even. How would I expect a girl like her to react when I was such a whore? I was stunned! I could not follow the logic at all. This conversation ended with her raising her dress and lowering her panties and pulling my face into her pussy. I stared eating her and licking her while she hissed at me about being such a despicable whore. It took a long time to bring her to an orgasm but she eventually moaned and seemed satisfied. She told me to get back in the cage which I did. I asked her long I’d been down there and she said time doesn’t matter. Again she locked it and stood over me on one side of the cage and pissed then left me in darkness. I heard nothing from her upstairs and figured she was resting so I tried to do the same but it was impossible. Again I was on my tummy and face in piss. Escaping the odor was impossible. Sometime during the afternoon there was a huge thunderstorm and hard rain which helped calm me. Eventually I heard her puttering around upstairs. She came back down, sat in that old green and said she’d been doing some thinking. First she said I should be thankful she and her sister weren’t going to Washington to see a relative all weekend because if she was going to be home she’d keep me down here and beat me all weekend. She indicated she had several demands of me and I told her I’d do anything possible. She verified again that I journal things I do. We’ve discussed this before. I said yes, I’m required to write about every time I meet someone and send it to both my owners. She wants everything I’ve written about Jasmine. She showed me her old list with Jasmine’s name circled in red. She also wants a fresh copy of my list. I’m to print all that and mail it to her tomorrow so she could read it when she got back on Monday. I promised I would. . Then, she reiterated her 100% opposition to the Jasmine types and thinks I’m foolish. However she’s going to read what I send her and think through some things. Her final demand was for me return next Wednesday. I told her I’d do everything she wanted.

 She unlocked the cage, mentioned to me it was 4:35 when she came down and said I could go for now. I thought holy fuck, I’d been down here almost 6 hours. She untied me and I cleaned the cage. My ass was raw and hurt every time I moved. We went upstairs and I saw my clothes that were left outside on the porch were totally rain soaked and dripping wet. She just shrugged her shoulders and said that was too bad. She said what she originally intended today was for me to weed her vegetable garden in the back yard but she got side tracked by my bruises and that led to jasmine. She told me don’t ever wear a silk blouse down to her place again. As far as she was concerned I should be dressed in rags if anything at all because one of these days she’s going to put me to work. I apologized and said I would not make that mistake again. She spared me the butt plug since my ass was already so uncomfortable. I stepped outside and put my wet clothes on. The blouse clung to me like a second skin and my nipples were prominently displayed under the wet silk. When I got in my car my ass was so sore I couldn’t fully sit down. I took a deep breath and absorbed the pain. Driving home was far worse than driving down. It was about 6:00 when I finally got home.